I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root:
It is what you fear.
I do not fear it: I have been there.
Is it the sea you hear in me,
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?
Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it
Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.
-Sylvia Plath
Canine Skyline
Roaring Even In Sleep
When pieced together
We fall apart
Every ending is
Ripped from
Somewhere else
Nothing complete
Without tears of the Other
